You carefully shape the words of the Primal Tongue—the ancient language of the Garou, which you learned almost instinctively after your First Change—as you cannot speak human language in your wolf forms.
You bite through one hand, just to feel the bones crunch. Scarper laughs cruelly. The old man has even less regard for mortals than you do. But then his gaze grows hard.
"Of course," he says, "I had to finish the job, didn't I?" Before you can speak, you hear Clay moving through the woods. You spot him as he kneels down in front of the horse-thing and starts to feed.